Black Corporation: Joseon - Chapter 339
Episode 339: A land of fantasy, a land of illusion. (1)
May of the year of Imja (1432, the 14th year of King Sejong’s reign).
The 100th day banquet of Hyeondong, the eldest son, was held at Myeongnyegung, the private residence of Grand Prince Jinpyeong.
Choire (7th) and Sayre (21st), which combine the numbers 3 and 7, traditional favorite numbers of our people, were passed quietly among the Jinpyeong family, but a big party was held on the 100th. As he headed to Myeongnyegung to celebrate this, Hyang muttered softly.
“Because the word ‘hundred’ itself means having everything properly…”
In fact, the word for ‘100’ in the ancient language was ‘on’.
“Anyway, what makes these kids so fast? Are the hormones any different? Or some other factor? “Did you take something extra without me knowing?”
Hyang, who was lightly counting with her fingers, shook her head.
Jinpyeong was thirteen when she gave birth to her first son. And Anpyeong, who will be holding the 100th Day Banquet next month, was 12 years old. Of course, in terms of years, they were 15 and 14 respectively, but fast was fast.
“No matter how early marriage is common in this era…”
Although Hyang grumbled at the situation that he could not easily adapt to, there was something that Hyang kept forgetting.
His father, Sejong, was fourteen when he had his first child.
* * *
When Hyang arrived in front of Myeongryegung Palace, a crowd of people was forming in front of the main gate of Myeongnyegung Palace.
“Whew~. Back off! “Your Majesty the Crown Prince, let’s go!”
At the shout of the eunuch who had gone before, the people gathered split to the left and right and fell to the ground.
The scent coming down from the horse approached the people lying down in front of the gate and asked.
“There are a lot of people. What’s going on?”
“I came to receive the 100-day rice cake.”
“100 days rice cake? Ah…”
Hyang nodded at Baek Seo’s answer. Regardless of the table, people gave rice cakes to a child celebrating their 100th birthday, wishing them a long and healthy life.
“Lowering! “Thank you so much for coming here too!”
Upon hearing the news that Hyang had arrived, Jinpyeong, who was inside, quickly came out and greeted Hyang.
“I heard that your first son turned 100 days old. You should come and see him. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you!”
Hyang entered Myeongryegung Palace under the guidance of Jinpyeong, who personally guided him. As soon as he entered the courtyard, his eyes widened.
There was an iron horse that was half the size of the real thing.
“This?”
“yes! “I made one to do more research!”
‘Such a nerd! It’s true that there is no answer to true Cheoldeok!’
Hyang clicked her tongue inwardly at Jinpyeong’s answer. Jinpyeong truly proves what is created when a nerd with money and power acts as a virtuous person.
While the eunuch was handing the congratulatory gift to the butler, Hyang, who came to the main hall, was able to meet the main character of the feast.
“The child is very bright. “I’m looking forward to the future.”
“Thank you.”
Jinpyeong’s wife, Lady Yun, the Great Lady of the Three Koreas, bowed her head and expressed her gratitude to Hyang’s well-wishing words.
Hyang-hyang muttered to herself when she saw the image of the great lady and Jinpyeong.
‘A child and a child met and had a child.’
If others heard it, they would say, ‘You’re sitting there talking to other people!’ It was a fragrance that made remarks that would have been insulting.
Since it was a 100-day banquet, Hyang and Jinpyeong talked with a table of rice cakes and tea in front of them.
“The child seems to be smart, which makes me look forward to the future.”
Jinpyeong responded with a bright smile to Hyang’s words of gratitude.
“Is that so? Right? I too hope that the child grows up quickly! “My dream is to grow up quickly and help me and my younger siblings build railroads throughout Joseon.”
“What a dream…”
Hyang, who had been holding back what she wanted to say, looked at the image of her godfather, Mr. Yoon, with an embarrassed expression on her face.
Mr. Yoon, who was listening to Jinpyeong’s conversation while holding the child, put his hand on his forehead and sighed softly.
Hyang, who saw this, asked Jinpyeong.
“It’s only your first child, but are you already talking about your younger sibling?”
“haha! You have to prepare in advance! “In Joseon, when it comes to railroads, my and my children’s names come up first, and my dream is to have a railroad come up as soon as my and my children’s names come up, hahaha!”
Looking at Jinpyeong’s brightly smiling face, Hyanghyang silently lifted the glass and brought it to her mouth.
‘I’m a fan, too, but you… I have nothing to say…’
Anyway, the atmosphere continued cheerfully. To Hyang, Jinpyeong fully revealed his love for railroads and emphasized the importance of railroads.
“… Therefore, railroads are something that must be used with great care for the development of Joseon.”
Hyang briefly responded to Jinpyeong’s remarks.
“You bastard, I was the one who built that iron horse and railroad.”
“Ah…”
Jinpyeong was silent for a moment, but soon opened his mouth again.
“Lowering. I heard a story about ‘Dongjin’ and it makes sense. “Isn’t progress too late?”
“It only appears that way because Joseon’s capabilities are not yet strong. But seeing as you know this, I guess there’s no one in Hanseong who doesn’t know this?”
“haha! Sojeya, I learned this while preparing in advance to lay the railroad. However, Abama and Your Majesty must teach their subjects. The capabilities that Joseon lacks can be fully secured by expanding its territory! “We need to expand river stations and lay railways as quickly as possible!”
“You bastard! “I…”
In an instant, I thought, ‘You bastard, get out!’ Hyanghyang, who almost shouted, held back and shouted internally.
‘I’ll pay you back! You have to pay for it! ‘Hey you crazy guy!’
‘You just have to pay back.’ It’s an abbreviation for ‘pay back’. Japan’s most famous strategy, which was the main reason for the United States’ entry into the war during World War II, was the most famous strategy, ‘pay back.’
On her way back to the palace after attending the eventful 100-day banquet, Hyang muttered to herself.
“I have to prevent the military from getting involved with that bastard at all costs. Haha~. Let’s dig up land to lay a railroad….”
* * *
Roar! bang!
A night of loud thunder and lightning. The middle-aged Jinpyeong walked in front of the young king sitting in Gangnyeongjeon.
The young king asked with a trembling voice as he looked at Jinpyeong sitting down, putting down the iron weight covered in blood and flesh.
“Uncle, did you really have to do this?”
“They deserved to die! They tried to decide the most important railway route for the country’s transportation for their own self-interest! “This is a sin worthy of death!”
Kkkwang!
At that moment, thunder struck loudly. The young king, who was trembling, perhaps because he was startled by the sound of thunder or because he was frightened by Jinpyeong’s death, opened his mouth.
“Do as your uncle wishes.”
“I am devastated!”
Jinpyeong, who achieved what he wanted, bowed, got up from his seat, turned around, and left.
A familiar voice from historical dramas came out as Jinpyeong opened the door to Gangnyeongjeon and started walking around.
-In this way, Jinpyeong was able to do everything related to the railroad according to his will. Historians called this incident the ‘Gyeyucheolnan (癸酉鐵亂)’.
At that time, the statue of Haetae created in front of Gwanghwamun roared loudly.
“Walwalwal!”
* * *
“Huh!”
When Hyang woke up with a single scream, the Crown Princess, who was sleeping next to her, also woke up in surprise.
“Lowering! “What’s going on?”
In response to the surprised Crown Princess’ question, Hyang lightly waved her hand and answered.
“Oh, it’s nothing. “I just had a bad dream.”
However, the Crown Princess, who became anxious seeing Hyang still breathing heavily, continued to ask.
“I will call the doctor.”
“it’s okay.”
“It’s hard to breathe. Hey Lady Lady! “Is it there?”
“Yes, Manora.”
“Bring the doctor right now!”
“yes.”
The Crown Princess, who gave the order to her court lady, saw that Hyang’s face was covered in cold sweat and began to wipe it away with the pus of red ginseng.
“How can I do this?…”
After a while, the medical doctor rushed over, smelled the incense, and gave a prescription.
“You seem to be overworked these days and feeling a little down. “I will prescribe a decoction that will boost your energy.”
The Crown Princess did not forget to ask for the Queen’s answer.
“Please take care of me.”
“Yes, Manora.”
* * *
The day dawned and King Sejong and Queen Soheon, who received morning greetings from Hyang and his wife, did not forget to express their concerns, mentioning what had happened that night.
“I was just a little tired. “We apologize for any inconvenience caused.”
“How about taking a day off from work today?”
Hyang immediately shook her head at Sejong’s words.
“It would be unfilial for me to take a break while Abama is constantly looking at state affairs. “He has gotten better after taking the medicine prescribed by the doctor, so you can leave him alone.”
Sejong again paid attention to Hyang’s answer.
“Be careful again. “You are the crown prince of this country.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
* * *
Hyang sat alone in the office in Area 51, crossing his arms and glaring at a blank piece of paper and muttering.
“Is it a dream or a precognitive dream?…”
Hyang, who was thinking about last night’s dream, muttered while touching her stomach.
“Should I, as well as Abama, implement the ‘Disease-Free Longevity Project’? “You haven’t practiced martial arts for a while, right?”
Hyang took off the long cloth he was wearing and hung it on a hanger, then looked at the mirror hanging on the wall and tried some poses.
Hyang, who was looking at her reflection in the mirror, turned her head out the window and grumbled.
“You damn bad bean sprout.”
It was a scent that reminded me of Jinpyeong and grumbled.
* * *
Although Joseon had established royal laws based strictly on Neo-Confucianism, the process of educating the crown prince, the next monarch, was not centered solely on Confucianism.
Martial arts education was as essential as education in Confucian scriptures. Therefore, a crown prince who was properly disciplined was someone who was well suited to being both civil and military.
“The problem is that teaching martial arts and developing physical strength seems to mean that you should sow seeds well and not stretch easily after becoming king…”
Despite grumbling like that, Hyang faithfully trained martial arts during his growth period and strengthened his body. developed.
‘You must not be pushed aside by Jinpyeong! If I get pushed, my child gets screwed!’
This was because Hyang had a fatal reason to protect his own health.
However, ever since Jinpyeong suffered an accident on the railroad, the vigilance toward Jinpyeong had been greatly relaxed. As I relaxed my guard and focused on various virtues, I neglected my martial arts training for a while.
However, Jinpyeong’s obsession with the railroad during the last 100-day banquet was enough to warrant caution.
In the end, Hyang had to sigh and readjust the timetable.
“Whoa~. Life in this world is not easy….”
While Hyang was readjusting his timetable, a question suddenly occurred to him.
“How much has history changed since I intervened? ‘History has homeostasis.’ There was a saying… What are the chances of returning to the history I knew?”
Since the introduction of Hyang, the history of Joseon has changed shockingly. Among those changes, there were things that Hyang intervened in that he knew about, but there were also things that Hyang didn’t know about.
Among the changes that occurred without Hyang’s knowledge was Jinpyeong’s first son, who was born this time.
In history before the intervention of Hyang, Jinpyeong or Suyang’s first son was born six years later. If the child born this time did not die before his first birthday, history would change again.
And the history that changed even though Hyang knew it was Hyang’s marriage and having a son. If the child born now grows up without any problems, he will have the age and capabilities to have a sufficient foundation even if Hyang dies early, as was the case in history before the intervention.
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Author’s note.
hello?
This is Gukppong, who writes ‘Black Enterprise Chosun’.
First of all, I would like to apologize for the lapse in yesterday’s series.
sorry.
If I were to make an excuse, I would say, ‘Let’s make sure to fix the broken computer.’ no see.
When I went to work in the morning, the desktop I had bought last time was running fine. So, the moment I was excitedly writing on my desktop and saving a block to edit the series… my computer went out.
Of course, I set up automatic backup, but I clicked in a panic and lost the backup file.
This forced me to rewrite it from scratch.
I will have to write with more care in the future.
Oh well, I was so panicked that it really felt like I was losing my mind.
When I came back to my senses after requesting a notice of hiatus, over an hour had passed by.